
‘moanday, tearsday…’
Knowing my daughter’s education was beyond my control felt odd when she first started in reception. After two years I’m used to that – most of the time. Apart from when she has to read an eye-wateringly dull book; or when I ask ‘what did you do at school today?’ – ‘I can’t remember. Nothing can I have a snack?’ Who is in control? It’s complicated. First Blair’s … Continue reading ‘moanday, tearsday…’